On the way home (Leanna and Hudson were soooooo tired). Leanna tells me, "Mom thanks for letting us hang today. You yelled at us some when we were bad. But it was pretty special and I love special with you".
Man oh man does that kid know how to ring my bells. I look at that and think about that and I feel two things. I am so glad that she thinks it is still "special" with me. Two did I really yell to much. I am learning on when to yell and when not to yell. See last post on my
It is a fine line we walk as moms isn't it ladies? When to scold, when not to? When to stop cleaning and instead build that tower of blocks. When to say forget it and order pizza and watch a movie. When to stick to our guns and realize they need this lesson more than we wish we didn't have too? Oh being a mama is hard hard hard work. But there are moments like "I love special with you" that make all the hard ones sooooo worth it.
I love the "special" with you to Leanna more than I can ever ever ever put into words.